Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

they descended the stairs,

hint of fear in his expression, but

patted his head, assuring gently, “I am your

Melora, Berthold relaxed, closing his

he delicately placed the little boy into

the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and Dad for

“You’re afraid now?”

a sneer and closed the car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out of consideration

silence, he

the car slowly pulled into

her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on her robe and quietly

the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold,

for a

“Let Berthold sleep with Skyler

Crystal nodded.

staircase again, she opened the door

Berthold nestled in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed where Crystal had

day had been

she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as

fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their

heart

and patted Berthold. “This child

taken aback, wore her

tender voice. “You must have figured

out more vulgar than

said softly, “Don’t let the children hear

her a fierce glare, but

“Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him

the tense look on his

I’ll

Crystal agreed with

truth, they had unresolved matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with

do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is her

the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare

to

of emotion washed over her

she reassured, “You should have come back sooner.

called out in

her hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a

Melora nodded.

the time everything was

dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the

Crystal noticed.

and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything

and began

was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on a

simply kept

Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me

could she

she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough

had shared good times together. However, they were swept away by the

spot him in the newspaper. He was still the

her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage

to vent his anger. But he

girl

Crystal went to see Henry

of the study. The room was

behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of his

walked to the window, and cracked

murmured, “You’re smoking too much! Aren’t

her in

night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him,

out the cigarette

for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the

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